Late Night Show

I had to wake the night-watch we arrived 'Cause it was only five in the morning By four the stage was ready, and in the bar Tired roadies were drinkin and smoking Suddenly lights were on paling the sun And we stood on the stage among the fans Replying to the first tunes there was a scream And it fused faces into a mass After the curtains dropped we got worn out Never even felt satisfaction Outside police cars were whooming and we were told It was only an upholding action Crashed papers, posters were rolling on the floor And crushed tins littered the empty hall Crossing the scattered rubbish, we were to leave The night-wath came to lock the door